After school, I was walking to Dante's Pizzeria to meet up with the band(We're still banned from playing there, but we like to hangout there anyway) when an official looking woman stopped me. "I'm sorry.A-Are you Olivia White?" she asked. "Um, yes," I replied quietly looking down. I'd given up that habit, but something about that woman, her phony smile, her tailored business suit, made me nervous.
"Well well well, what a pleasent surprise. My kids just love your band! What is it, again, Lemony Taste?" she asked smiling at me. There was an eagerness in her voice I didn't like at all, but I just told myself I was being paranoid. "Um, it's Lemonade Mouth," I told her. "Well, you're band is certainly taking off, Miss White," she told me. I don't think anyone had ever called me that, and it reminded me painfully of the woman I barely remembered, the one whod'd fed me and loved me once upon a time.
"Yes, I-I, uh-I guess we are," I stuttered, another nervous habit I thought I'd dropped. "Well, I'm Stacy Thiesen editor of TeenLife magazine and I was wondering if you'd like to set up an interview," she said, finally getting to the point. The way she said it, more like an order than a question made me shudder. "I-I-Um, don't... Know, I'll ask the rest of the band when I see them," I finally choked out.
"The band doesn't matter, Miss White, just you. The singer. You're the important one." The way she said this, like she was telling me my dress was cute, made me nauseous. Suddenly, I found I needed Stella. Her strength and bravery. And Mo and her wisdom and kind heart. And Charlie's cluless humor. And Wen... I just needed him period at that moment, with that caniving reporter staring at me expenctantly, an all business smile on her face. "I'll... I'll think about it," I got out finally, because I just wanted to run and collapse into my friends welcoming arms and genuine smiles. "Great. Here's my card," she said turning satisfied on her heel.
I practically sprinted to Dante's, just wanting to see the band smiling and waving, because I'd figured out why that woman scared me so much. Because she'd only wanted to speak to me, and because I didn't have the bands support backing me up. My head hadn't stopped spinning when I got to Dante's so I sat down slowly and put my head down. My friends looked at me with concerned faces. I sighed, picked my head up and told them what just happened.
"You're not considering calling that Barbie are you?" Stella asked. I shook my head. "I don't wanna be around people like her without you guys," I told them. They all smiled the reassuring smiles I'd wanted so badly to see. "You never will be. We're always with you, just like your parents," Mo said squeezing my shoulder. Everyone else did the same and I smiled. "Thanks guys. I really appreciate this," I said sitting up a little straighter.
"Hey our pleasure," Wen said and I found myself moving so I could sit next to him. "Now that Olivia feels better, it's time to teach those people a lesson about messing with us," Stella said, a slow grin spreading across her face. I wanted to protest, but the lyrics to Here We Go poppped into my head. Be heard, Be strong, Be proud, and I knew we had to do it.
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